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merlyn-bane · 11 months ago

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hi hiiiiiiiiiiiiiii if you're still doing foelu prompts i would love to see cody and helix and the baby just being soft dads <3333

or really anything helix-centric tbh

So uh,,,,this one got a little tiny bit out of hand and is much longer than the other fills have been, whoops 😅😅 I hope this is Helix-centric enough for you, my love<3 There's a little bit of everything, from fluff to humor to spice!

Without further adieu, I present to you Baby Part Two: Electric Boogaloo.

[Requests for Foelu missing scenes, future snippets, and extra vignettes are STILL OPEN. Please submit any requests you might have to my ask box. They will all eventually be cross posted on AO3 as well 🥰🥰]

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By the time Obi-Wan brings up the possibility of having another child, they’ve all pretty much accepted that it likely wasn’t going to happen. It’s not something they’d ever really discussed, after all, and none of them had really wanted to be the ones to bring it up for fear that Obi-Wan might feel in any way obligated to carry again just to give them another child. Especially given that—regardless of the fact that he’s made it very clear that he has no regrets about it now—the first pregnancy wasn’t exactly his choice to begin with and had been fairly traumatic from start to finish to say the very least. Helix had frankly assumed that Obi-Wan would want nothing to do with gestation ever again as long as he lived, and personally thought that would be more than fair.

Besides, just him and Kai-Tal are—so much more than enough. More than any of them ever thought they’d have.

He thinks it must have been either Waxer or Rex that had held out hope the longest, but after a decade passes with the Jedi giving no indication of even considering having another ik’aad, it becomes a little difficult even for them to think that he might change his mind eventually.

But then one day, he just…does. Helix couldn’t even say what could have possibly prompted it. They’re all just…settling in for bed one night, following a day just like any other, and then Obi-Wan’s sitting up and folding his hands in his lap all prim and then asking them if they might, perhaps, be interested in having another child. If they might like, even, to get a child on him themselves, in the standard natborn way.

Cody recovers enough to actually respond first, even if he’s still slack-jawed. “We’re—the Kaminoans made us sterile, cyare,” he murmurs, and it sounds like it breaks his heart to do so. It probably does. Who among them hasn’t thought of what that might be like, to have a child that’s part them and part Obi-Wan? “You know that.”

Obi-Wan considers Cody seriously, clearly taking the time to carefully mull over what he wants to say next. “Do we know that for certain,” he asks finally, “or is that just what you all were told?”

The five of them glance at each other with wide eyes. ��I don’t think anyone’s ever checked,” Helix allows finally, the words sounding halting even to his own ears, “but I can’t imagine why they would lie to us about something like that.”

“Not lie,” Obi-Wan corrects, his brows furrowed thoughtfully. He strokes absently at his beard and Helix finds himself—rather surprisingly—having to work to suppress a small fond smile at the tic. “It is not a large leap, I feel, to think that Jango Fett himself might have been sterile, given the trouble he went to himself in order to have a son, and it’s feasible that the scientists didn’t think to ensure that you all would be, too.”

“But we’re…clones of him, mesh’la,” Waxer frowns, “isn’t that the sort of thing that usually gets passed down?”

Obi-Wan grins, suddenly, looking oddly conspiratorial. “Not if he became so as the result of an accident or illness rather than genetics.”

“Prime had spmumps as a youngling,” Helix whispers, feeling his own eyes widen a fraction further. “I saw it in his medical file. He—it’s—not impossible. In theory. It might…actually be worth looking into.”

The Jedi’s grin broadens. “Excellent,” he says. “And after that, we can have my contraceptive implant removed, and you all can come inside me one after another until it takes.”

“I vote we start practicing right now,” Boil growls playfully, yanking Obi-Wan into his lap by his hips and kissing his laughing mouth.

~~~

They aren’t…they aren’t sterile.

Every single vod in their polycule gets tested, and then a few of the others that they're closer to across different batches just for a larger sample size. There is some variation in their counts and other factors which doesn’t actually surprise him—even cloning to the sort of strict perimeters adhered to by the Kaminoans, some variability is inevitable—but it’s all consistent enough that Helix feels comfortable putting word out to the Vode at large.

It’s only then that Helix comes to his next concern.

Obi-Wan had not exactly been young when he’d carried the first time, not by natborn humanoid standards, and that had been a little over a decade ago. Helix by this point has done a fair amount of study and penned no small amount of papers on reproductive biology in a frankly somewhat surprising and entirely inadvertent specialization—has somehow become known as one of the foremost experts on the subject regarding the Stewjoni people within the Republic, much to Eil-Idh’s seemingly unending amusement, even—and is very much aware of the increased risks that come with pregnancy as a being gets older. Things like gestational diabetes or preeclampsia, not even to touch on the risks to the potential child themselves.

So Helix sets up a conference call with himself and Vokara with Eil-Idh to determine if such a pregnancy would even be truly feasible—because Helix isn't willing to risk Obi-Wan’s health, and he knows the others won't be either—and tries not to feel too much like he's been caught in a time loop.

The first words of of Eil-Idh’s mouth are “What has that damned fool managed te get himself into now?”, which Helix finds much funnier than he probably should and which garners snorts from him and Vokara both.

“That is about what I was wondering as well,” Vokara says dryly, raising a brow at Helix, and Helix sighs before scrubbing a hand down his face.

“Obi-Wan is thinking about carrying again.”

Eil-Idh blinks at him. “Aye? That's a surprise. I half figured the lad had mind te have his womb removed entirely by the end of the first one. How is yer wee one, anyhow? She was quite a precocious lass, last I heard.”

“Let’s just say that I'm glad we have so much help,” Helix replies wryly, smiling fondly despite that. “And that's about what I'd thought, too. He caught us all of guard when he brought it up, especially since it's been so long.”

“Aye, he's certainly nae spring nuna.” Eil-Idh drums her fingers on her desktop. “But then, I'll wager that's exactly what ye're calling me about. He's approaching fifty now, isn't he?” The midwife shakes he head, pursing her lips. “I've little doubt he could do it, stubborn and hardy as he is, and it wouldnae be te first I've seen, but it wouldnae be my preference.”

“I think this is where I come in,” Vokara grins, sitting forward and folding her hands together. “As Jedi, our relationship with the Force affects the impact that the passage of time has upon our physical bodies. As younglings we age on par with our Force-null peers because that relationship is still new, but the longer we have communed with the Force, the more that aging slows. Many Jedi that are not lost in the field live much longer lives than even other members of their own species.” Vokara turns an even more excited grin onto Helix. “And our observations over the last ten or so years have suggested that that effect may even be seen by those nulls that do spend enough time in proximity to us.”

Well that would explain a lot, Helix thinks. Even with the gene therapy that's long since been rolled out to them all to address their advanced aging, he's pretty sure his back should bother him a lot worse than it does. “So you don't have any concerns?”

“About his age? No. I wouldn't recommend that you go for a third, probably, but especially with Obi-Wan spending so much more time in the Temple now with access to the full breadth of our medical resources and what we learned from his first pregnancy, his age isn't what I'm worried about.” Vokara tilts her head a little. “I would be more worried about the potential of the advanced aging gene being passed down. It's dominant, isn't it?”

“It is.” Helix swallows. “You're worried it would double the rate of gestational development and put it past what his body could support.”

Vokara nods seriously before glancing over at the midwife. “What do you think, Eil-Idh?”

“I think I'd rather not find out,” she replies, blunt as ever. “How sure are ye that's how it would work?”

“Not very,” Helix answers truthfully. “That hasn't been my area of focus. But I can touch base with Kamino and see what they know; Bones is still out there last I heard.”

“Do that,” Vokara says. “We'll go from there.”

~~~

“Don't tell me our Jedi's gone and fuckin’ sprouted again,” Bones answers without preamble once the comm. connects, glancing up from a datapad. The other medic seems to be in the temporary office he's held for ten years, which reassures Helix that he's probably not interrupting anything critical.

“What, no ‘Hello, Helix, how are you’?” Helix mocks, “No ‘Been a while, vod, I'm surprised your sanity's still kicking’? ‘How's your ad'ika’? You're just going to jump straight in to asking me if we're having another one?”

“My bedside manner will improve when yours does,” Bones drawls. “You don't make social calls, Helix, you send me a text comm. every quarter and ask if my riduur has finally had enough of my attitude and fed me to the strill yet.”

“And I am continually disappointed.” Bones's Mandalorian wife seems to actually like him for some reason, despite his perpetual grouch and the fact that they're still on Kamino when Helix is near certain they'd been supposed to have a successful curry shop in Little Keldabe by now. Helix squints at him. “Obi-Wan wants to have another baby,” he tells the other man bluntly, “but he wants to do it the standard natborn way this time. I'm concerned about how our advanced aging would affect a pregnancy.”

Bones snorts. “We're just going to ignore the other glaring issue with this plan?”

“I've already run that part by Che,” he says irritably. “That's not what I asked you.”

“You didn't actually ask me anything,” the other medic points out. He folds his arms over his chest and leans back, raising an eyebrow. “Do you really think that over the span of a decade, none of our siblings have managed to knock up a natborn, Helix? Really.”

“Then how come this is the first I'm hearing about it?” he snaps. “We all still thought we were sterile until Obi-Wan made the suggestion that we check.”

“Well I suppose they must have wanted their privacy. You know we don't publish that shit publicly because the Republic media likes to turn any developments with the Vode since the war ended into a shitstorm of feel-good porn to soothe their own guilty consciences.” His brow raises a notch higher. “And I'm a little busy advancing our scope of knowledge to notify you personally. It's all on our private medical servers if you'd thought to look.”

Helix ignores the dig. Bones isn't actually wrong. “So it can work, then? Obi-Wan could carry our biological children safely?”

“Safely? If Che's comfortable with him gestating at all at his age, sure.” Bones taps his fingers against his bicep where his arms are still folded. “Comfortably? That's subjective. It's only the one molecule that actually causes the development rate to double; with the kid getting one modified gene from you and a standard one from the other parent, the development rate lands somewhere in the middle. From what I've seen gestation will probably last about seven and a half months and he'll feel more or less like he's carrying twins. His symptoms'll be worse and you'll want to monitor everything more closely but if you're asking if I think it'll seriously jeopardize him, then no. And since I know this'll be the next question: the kid would be able to receive the same gene therapy the rest of us did once they're born. We even already have the dosages figured out. They just can't receive it in utero.”

Helix frowns, mulling that over. It's beginning to sound doable, at least, but Helix would really prefer for his partner to not have to be miserable for seven and a half months if it can be avoided—even though he knows that such a thing would never be enough of a deterrent for Obi-Wan. Maybe even more so because of that. “What about IVF? Then we could edit the genes in the embryo stage like you all did for that first round of tubies after you got the gene therapy figured out. Get rid of the advanced aging factor altogether ahead of implantation.”

“Sure,” Bones agrees jovially, “if you think you can get Obi-Wan Kenobi to agree to leave the Temple for three weeks to undergo a series of medical procedures here on Kamino when his other option is getting fucked in his own bed.”

Helix groans, burying his face in his hands while Bones laughs at him. “I hate it when you're right,” he grumbles. “Genuinely.”

~~~

Helix lays all of this information out in front of the other members of the polycule once he has it so that they can make a decision together, because that's how they do things, and he'd been pretty sure going into it that he'd already known the answer, but Obi-Wan of course manages to catch him off guard regardless.

“So, you're telling me that if just have you all get me pregnant the old fashioned way, the baby's advanced aging can still be treated postpartum and I only have to be pregnant for seven and a half months?”

“Why are you saying that like it's a benefit?” Helix stares at the fucking madman he'd somehow managed to fall ass over bucket for, aghast.

For his part, Obi-Wan only shrugs placidly. “It certainly sounds like one to me.”

“Di'kut, did you miss the part where I also told you that your symptoms are going to be worse? It's going to feel like you're carrying twins, Obi-Wan.”

“Well Padmé managed it well enough,” the Jedi sniffs. “And I get to evict them a month and a half early. I'm failing to see the downside here, darling.”

Helix groans and buries his palms in his eye sockets, long-suffering. Cody pats him on the shoulder. The others just chuckle. “Why do I bother,” he mutters.

Obi-Wan grins, unrepentant. “Would you like to go first?”

~~~

Not all of the research that Helix does in the lead-up to Obi-Wan’s second pregnancy is quite so serious or unpleasant.

In fact, the fruits of some of it turn out to be quite fun.

For instance, Helix has read extensively about the ideal conditions for conception. The best diet for his partner in the lead-up, the most opportune timing, the optimal positions, et cetera. There's little truely empirical evidence for most of it, but if it might help and there aren't any major drawbacks that he can see? Helix sees no reason not to give it a shot.

There's also the fact that Obi-Wan has left the planning of all of these details in the conception of their second child in Helix's hands. He has allowed the careful scheduling, allowed Helix to direct things more in the bedroom (despite some mild teasing from the others, who have seemed happy enough to play along regardless), has even allowed Helix to plan out the majority of his meals for him—all with a considering gaze and a barely-there quirk to his mouth, as though the Jedi knows that some part of Helix is enjoying all of it more than he'd maybe expected. That he's getting off on the control and the willing submission of a man that Helix knows is one of the most stubborn motherfuckers in the galaxy when he wants to be. It's... heady. Very heady.

That man's head is in his lap right now, a pillow under his hips to support the angle they've been propped up into and Helix's fingers carding through the sweaty strands of his hair in an almost parody of a soothing touch while Cody feverishly ruts into his cunt—the cunt where Helix has already left his own spend. “Been a while since we've just run a train on you, hasn't it, Obi-Wan?” Helix croons, smirking at the hazy blue eyes that flicker up to his face when he speaks but don't quite focus. “You've gotten a little too used to just getting everything you want all at once, I think. Just look at you, ner jetii, you've only taken two of us and you're already out of your poor little head. Cody hasn't even come yet, you've still got four more loads to go.”

Obi-Wan chokes on a moan and the former commander swears viciously, readjusting his hold and shifting his knees a little and then picking up the pace even more, somehow. “Kriff,” Cody growls through bared teeth, a sentiment that seems to be echoed by the rest of them—Waxer, Boil, and Rex all staring slack-jawed at the sight that they must make. Rex in particular looks like he's just barely reigning himself in until it's his turn; but then, Helix wouldn't expect much else from the vod that frequently enjoys licking his own come out of the Jedi's hole only to fuck more into him in an endless cycle until Obi-Wan cries from the overstimulation.

Not that any of them had really been less affected when their partner confirmed that he'd had his birth control implant removed.

They all fuck him one after another until the Jedi's poor cunt is puffy and red and overflowing and then they leave him like that, with his hips propped up and laying back against Helix barely conscious and grinning like a dolt while they give their seed its best chance to take.

And then they do it all again the next night, just in case.

~~~

Helix is hovering.

Just a little bit—or maybe a lot, possibly. He knows he is. But with his partner approaching the halfway mark of his shortened pregnancy and every bit as miserable as Helix had feared, it's hard not to. He hasn't developed any signs of complications or any serious conditions, mercifully, but Helix is poised to catch it immediately if that changes.

“I hardly need an escort to the ‘fresher, darling,” Obi-Wan grits through his teeth as though he is not actively using Helix's arm to hold himself steady, clearly making an attempt to modulate his tone into something less biting but not quite managing. Helix barely notices at this point; the Jedi's hormones have been downright torrential, and the physical discomfort has been no help to his moods. If he is not waspish, he is weepy, and if he is not weepy, he is horny enough that Helix isn't certain they could've handled it with any less than the five of them they have.

He'd all but cried all over Kai-Tal when she'd earned the first bead of her padawan braid, and then again when she'd earned the second.

They are all managing as best they can.

“I don't want to see you fall over again, Obi-Wan,” Helix argues, though he's careful not to let the words sound accusatory. Obi-Wan scoffs anyway.

“You take one little tumble—”

“Your entire center of gravity is off and you know it,” Helix reminds him firmly. “Worse than the first time. I told you—”

“And I stand by my decision,” Obi-Wan snips, scowling. “Now would you very much mind either shutting up or fucking me?”

Helix snorts softly. “Yeah, alright, Master Kenobi. ‘Fresher first, then maybe we'll talk about it.”

~~~

Helix gets to be the one to deliver their son.

Obi-Wan’s labor goes much, much smoother the second time around—the exact way he’d wanted it to back then, even. The contractions begin in the morning just after firstmeal, and they all have plenty of time to reschedule any obligations they may have or delegate any responsibilities that can’t wait before things progress enough for them to walk down to the Halls of Healing, where they are met by Vokara and Bant.

If anything, with the absence of the stress and adrenaline that had kickstarted Kai-Tal’s delivery, Obi-Wan’s labor this time is slower than the Jedi would like. He spends a fair amount of time bouncing on an exercise ball and harassing his créchemate before things really start to kick off, and by then, Bant is more than ready to give him his epidural.

They all remember his feelings on that matter.

It’s Cody that Obi-Wan holds onto for support once it’s decided that it’s time for him to start getting into position, gripping his hands as he squats down. Assuming that Bant will be the one handling the delivery, Helix stands off to the side with the others and tries to fight the urge to pace until the Mon Calamari healer snorts at him and tilts her head.

“What are you doing over there?” she asks him, her voice all gentle teasing as she folds her arms across her chest. “You’re a medic too and it’s your baby.”

Helix swallows. “I—are you sure?”

“Oh for Force’s sake,” Obi-Wan snaps, pulling his head back from where he’d been pressing his forehead against Cody’s just enough to glare up at them. “Get down here. Bant and Vokara will be here to assist if needed but you are perfectly capable of catching our son, Helix.”

Helix will deny the goofy smile that takes over his face as long as he lives but is totally unable to help it as he moves into position, kissing Obi-Wan’s cheek along the way. “Alright, Obi-Wan,” he murmurs. “We’ve got you.”

“I know,” the Jedi grunts in response. The pushing starts not long after, and the next two hours pass in a blur of everybody working to help support Obi-Wan through the process in any way they can.

Helix has never been more in awe of their Jedi. It had been one thing to know, in theory, what he had gone through to bring Kai-Tal into the world. It is another thing entirely to actually watch him go through the process now and know that this time he’s doing it in a proper medical facility with the support of his partners and access to painkillers he hadn’t had then.

Their son comes into the world at seven pounds and eleven ounces just in time for latemeal at seven and a half months on the dot, screaming his fury at them all for the egregious crime of removing him from the quiet warmth of his father’s body and already looking…just like his buir’e. There’s a little bit of Obi-Wan in the shape of his eyes and chin, but other than that…

“You were right,” Helix tells his partner once they all finally have a moment to breathe, his voice unmistakably hoarse and wobbly as he stares down into their son’s perfect face. “Someone’s going to think you kidnapped him, one of these days.”

“It’ll serve me right, I suppose,” Obi-Wan snorts, looking tired but happy in the biobed he’d been helped into as he holds his arms out for the boy. Helix lays the baby on his chest—only a tiny bit hesitant to relinquish him—and Obi-Wan hums quietly as he smiles down at the boy before glancing back up at his partners, the five of them all crowded close. “We are still calling him Keeli, I presume?”All eyes go to Rex, who hasn’t bothered to wipe any of the moisture from his face as he stares down at their son. Keeli had been his batchmate, after all; Obi-Wan had insisted that they chose the child’s name this time since he’d chosen Kai-Tal’s, and they’d all been at a loss until Rex had quietly asked if they could name him after his vod that hadn’t lived to see the end of the war. None of them had had the heart to tell him ‘no’, and besides, there were much worse names in the galaxy than Keeli Kenobi. “Yeah,” Rex whispers, reaching down to stroke his thumb through the baby’s thatch of dark curls. “Keeli Kenobi.”

#foelu #foelu snippets #obi wan kenobi #clone medic helix #commander cody #captain rex #lieutenant waxer #sergeant boil #writing #my writing #asks

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sarcasticgaypotato · 1 year ago

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thoughts on Caroline?

What to say about Caroline?

She's a massively important character to the franchise, but she barely speaks. She's constantly present in the story, but she's only acknowledged a handful of times. She's everywhere and nowhere, she's everything and nothing at all.

She's GLaDOS, but she isn't, or is she?

Depending on your perspective of Caroline, we either know a lot about her personality or next to nothing.

I think my initial impression of Caroline as a character was much more negative because it was shaped by fanon interpretation.

It's probably not a huge secret that I don't enjoy c/aveline, and that WAS the majority of Caroline content for a long time. I honestly kind of resented that ship, partially because it practically became a given that where there's Old Aperture, there's this ship. These two who barely interacted were EVERYWHERE, and I always got the feeling that the only reason they were popular as a couple was because it's a m/f ship, and the Portal fandom was practically beside itself with excitement to focus on any male character.

I'm not here to ship-bash, if that's your cup of tea, good for you. But personally? Not for me, and it negatively colored my perception of her for a while. It felt a bit like she was a character defined by fanon more than anything else, just there to be in a relationship with Cave (healthy or otherwise) just so it can end in tragedy when he puts her into the robot. I understand why people might enjoy that, but I've always felt like it cheapens GLaDOS's (and by extension, Caroline's) story to make it all amount to just 'being the girlfriend of a mad scientist and tragically paying the price.'

Cave's a creep! He, in my opinion, probably thought his relationship with Caroline was much more friendly than it was. She responds to him like a secretary who knows how to please her boss— "Yes sir Mr. Johnson!"— but nothing personal. She was probably nice and polite because she was a secretary, and look at the era she lived in. If she wasn't all sweet and cheery, Cave probably would've told her to smile more.

So does that mean I think she's the opposite of what we hear? Is she sadistic and cruel like GLaDOS is? No, I'm not saying that either. I'll get into who and what I think Caroline is in a second, but above all else I wanted to point out my frustration with how she's portrayed in connection to Cave. Making her Cave's love interest is boring and bland to me, basing their connection off of the same level of friendliness from her that I've shown to people working in customer service. It's just part of the job.

For Caroline herself? I'm also not a fan of 'evil Caroline' takes. I mean I love a girlboss, but it sort of misses the point here. If Caroline was always evil, sadistic, and scheming, it waters down GLaDOS and her development. If Caroline is too similar to GLaDOS, it takes away from the weight of who and what GLaDOS is. If they’re too dissimilar, it’s difficult to imagine the connection between them.

The fandom was so obsessed with the incorrect— and stupid— idea that Caroline is Chell’s mother that it missed the much more obvious metaphor under their noses. Caroline is GLaDOS’s mother.

Cut from the same cloth, GLaDOS is born of her, but she isn’t her. Without Caroline, GLaDOS would never exist, but it would be absurd to say that GLaDOS is the same person that Caroline is. GLaDOS grew, changed, and became who we saw at the end of Portal 2 much in the same way that anyone grows into being their own person, not a copy of their parents.

Here I go talking about GLaDOS in this ask about Caroline— it’s impossible not to.

If you want my personal take on Caroline?

I think she was a smart woman, keeping up with the actions of a madman and holding her head above the flood of insanity. I think she was able to look the other way when she had to, anyone who worked at Aperture needed that dubious morality. That being said, I think she had a heart. We can all debate until we die whether or not GLaDOS was remotely truthful at the end of Portal 2 about deleting her, but I think there’s a reason she attributed her act of compassion to Caroline— it wasn’t Caroline forcing her hand (claw?) via possession, but rather, she is the only framework GLaDOS has to reference that feeling. That scene is definitely GLaDOS projecting her own emotions onto someone else to avoid confronting them, but I don’t think she would make that comparison for no reason, Caroline might have been how she learned that emotion, even if the feeling is all her own.

Ultimately, Caroline is a character we will only really ever understand through the lens of other characters. We can only try to extrapolate who she is from what we see and hear, but she will likely always be a bit of a mystery. She’s the ghost haunting this franchise, and I kind of love her for it.

#portal #portal 2 #caroline #GLaDOS #I'm not going to call out specific fics or headcanons #but there are definitely takes on caroline that grind my gears #especially when I see them everywhere #I could rant plenty more about all this but I tried to contain myself #tl;dr we can have an interesting character that isn't just 'GLaDOS lite' or 'Cave's girlfriend' you guys #I know shocking concept #but it's true

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sleepershell · 11 months ago

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Some General Marauders Era Headcanons

NOT canon compliant (I don’t care about jk shitface’s canon lol)

Regulus Black (the main character as far as I’m concerned)

~ French, I mean cmon the Black family motto is toujours pur for gods sake. He absolutely speaks French. Other than that, they can be traced to German (Walburga’s side) and English heritage.

~cis bi boy (sapiosexual?)

~ c-ptsd, depression

~ messy curly medium-length hair, long nimble fingers, one of those people with a few lovely moles in choice locations, slutty waist, angular jaw, kind of set in eyes, not tall but a bit taller than Sirius

~ most dogs freak him out (lol oof)

Sirius Black

~ french (& English, German) ofc.

~ amab queer, omnisexual mlm

~c-ptsd, adhd

~ wavy long black hair, also a slutty waist, not very tall, squinty eyes, latently a little muscular

~ big believer in a leather jacket

James Potter

~ I stan desi Potter. But also love the idea of Euphemia being Greek per her name so Jamie boy is part Greek and part Pakistani on Fleamont’s side. He only speaks English but has some terms and things from both Greek and Hindi.

~ cis bi guy

~adhd

~ needs glasses ofc, I imagine he’s super nearsighted.

~ super messy hair, lean and muscular, medium tall

~ red converse wearer

Remus Lupin

~ Welsh, English, and Portuguese. He speaks only English.

~ amab, queer, demisexual?

~ anxiety

~ chronic pain from wolf injuries

~ scarred all over, light brown hair, tan, he’s the tallest, skinny but not lacking muscle, limps sometimes and often needs to stretch his sore muscles, hairy!!

~ always wearing a sweater

Peter Pettigrew

~ English & German. Speaks English.

~ cis, bi

~ anxiety, definitely does self-soothing movements

~ fat !! no skinny wormtail in this house, wavy blonde hair, the cutest cheeks known to man, callouses on his hands and no one can figure out why

~ asthma

~ loves naps

Pandora Rosier

~ Another family who absolutely must be fluent French speakers. So I think they have some Afro-Caribbean on one side and the other is very much originally French. Speaks English and French.

~ cis fem, pansexual, demiromantic

~ autistic

~ hair is super light blonde and looooong in dreads, light blue eyes, brown skin, quite tall and thin, all her features are super delicate and lithe, she’s kind of otherworldly tbh but she certainly doesn’t act so she’s got quite the mad scientist competitive streak

~ amazing at charms

Evan Rosier

~ Afro-Caribbean, French, English. Speaks English and French.

~ he/they, omnisexual (and by that I mean he fucks everyone ha-hey)

~ super light blonde hair either cropped or in a protective style, brown skin, light brown eyes, braces, dead average build, but still suave af don’t be mistaken everyone wants this kid, not hairy

Lily Evans

~ English and Scottish, speaks English.

~ cis gal, questioning but likely demisexual

~ fat!!, straight-ish red hair ofc, freckles, green eyes, cute small chubby hands, radiant smile

Barty Crouch Jr.

~ English, speaks English and all curse words in every language he could get people to teach them in.

~ queer amab bisexual

~ I won’t begin to try to dissect the workings of Barry’s brain but depression could be a start

~ eidetic memory

~ needs reading glasses? but like most of the time they’re not on him or they’re broken. so he just like uses his crazy big brain to just remember stuff or else he mostly never reads outside of studying times

~ brown hair but whenever he gets the chance he buzzes or dyes it green for fun, stick and pokes and self done piercings, tall but not Remus tall, lean muscular, hairy ass legs

Dorcas Meadowes

~ Ethiopian and English. Speaks English.

~ cis girl, sapphic

~ dark skin, black hair often in long braids, dark eyes, athletic curvy build, long fingers

~ literally prodigy herbologist, also amazing at potions and divination

Marlene McKinnon

~ Filipino!!!!!!!!!!!! speaks English and Filipino (maybe some of another regional language of the Philippines).

~ cis girl, sapphic

~ adhd, depression

~ lactose intolerant

~ short queen, freckles, dyed blonde but def experiments with color and cut, usually straight or a little wavy, muscular but it doesn’t really show she just seems kinda thin, some stick and pokes, several ear piercings

~ wears red cowboy boots, studded belts, low rise, cut up t shirts, hats

Mary Macdonald

~ Brazilian on one side and South African & English on the other. Speaks English and Portuguese.

~ cis girl, bisexual

~ ehler’s danlos syndrome

~ wears her dark hair natural curly, curvy, average height, belly button pierced, huge gorgeous smile, adorable button nose

lol

Severus Snape

~English and Polish. Speaks English.

~ cis, hetero

~ depression, anxiety

~ straight long black hair, pale, Remus tall, fairly average weight, dark eyes, strong nose

~wears mostly black

~ amazing at potions

#marauders #regulus black #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #lily evans #peter pettigrew #marlene mckinnon #mary macdonald #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #pandora rosier #severus snape #dorcas meadowes #myreggie

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visualheresy · 10 months ago

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Ship Headcanons - Ada/Leon

Thank you for the tag, @lordbhreanna!!

Gives forehead/nose kisses: Leon in his softer moments would do this, or Ada may sneak a forehead kiss while Leon is asleep. He's very affectionate with her. Sometimes Ada has to ask him to ease off a little or she gets overwhelmed.

Gets jealous the most: Leon, but it’s never that serious. I headcanon them in an open relationship post re4r.

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: Ada.

Takes care of on sick days: Both. I’d say this is one of those times when Ada can express her care and tenderness for Leon, by looking after him.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: Ada, if Leon is being gloomy. Unless it’s off season and cold, then they might settle for walking alongside the surf together in their winter coats.

Gives unprompted massages: Fortunately for Leon, Ada has a skill for this.

Drives/rides shotgun: Depends. If they’re pressed for time, Ada drives; out of the two, she is the one with a keener sense of direction, and she’s faster on the road. "You can be the DJ, Leon."

Brings the other lunch at work: I can see Leon giving Ada a little something for the road, when they’re older.

Has the better parental relationship: Ada because she has none (out of choice) and the closest she will get to raising another living thing is a happy little vegetable garden in her 40s.

Tries to start role-playing in bed: Ada would start a conversation about this. She is more open about what she likes, whereas Leon has been playing one role in the bedroom for so long that he *thinks* it's what he likes until Ada gently breaks through to him. Admittedly this takes a lot of patience and good humor on her part. I don’t know. Could be hot to write haha. Maybe for my drabble fic?

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: Leon with his love for soul music, jazz and 50s crooning oldies. Picture them dancing in the darkest part of the morning, and he’s holding her, fingertip to fingertip, and they’re quietly swaying to Etta James singing “Stormy Weather.” The alcohol makes it feel like they’re outside time for a bit. As for Ada, I doubt she would get that drunk and vulnerable so soon. But let’s say she does. She drinks until a dreamy slowness takes over her body, and her hand movements are grand and delicate and sweeping the sky fully. Do you know this scene from the film Burning? I imagine it’s like that. “Summertime” by Sam Cooke would be perfect for Ada.

Still cries watching Titanic: Leon, probably. He would have to be drunk. Sleepy drunk. Maybe it’s the scene leading up to the scientists’ interview with Rose (scientists or treasure hunters? lol idk) when a little robot is sent to investigate the Titanic’s ruins underwater. Leaning into the image through tears, Rose follows the slow, drifting passage the camera makes through each darkened room, sifting through debris and gradually illuminating the wreckage. It’s heartbreaking to watch the sorrowful recognition on her face as the camera pushes on. There isn’t much visibility down there. No sound either. But you can hear, in the depths of Rose’s memory, music fading in and out of time, and the ship’s decayed and empty corridors flash to a night when it was once full, rippling with light and so much life. I really do believe places hold the imprint of people (yes, even music) inside. I think Leon would too.

Firmly believes in couples costumes: Ada. She would be dazzling as Trinity from The Matrix.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: Ada again!

Makes the other eat breakfast: Leon cooks if there’s enough time in the morning.

Remembers anniversaries: What anniversary lol? If they’re celebrating anything, it would be Wesker’s death.

Brings up having kids: Out of curiosity, Ada. She likes hearing him talk about these things, not necessarily kids, but a possible life, one that exists in the space between imagination and the circumstances of their reality, a life expanded by a conversation they return to again and again for comfort. In an alternate timeline, she wonders, who would they be? For Ada, it’s this mutual dreaming that borders something like magic. It is a place where she finds joy, ordinary and wondrous.

I love writing into this space when it comes to these two partly because such ordinary moments of joy aren’t promised for them. Nothing in their world is. And I don’t think that changes until years after Lanshiang when Ada begins to hope, truly allows herself to hope, for a gentler way of living (one of my unpublished WIPs is about this). It begins with Leon sharing one story of a possible world and she tells him another. Tell me about the things you love. And why.

Tagging @frozen-fountain, @pink-strawberry-kissess and anyone else who wants to do this. It can be any ship you want!

if you found this by accident, hello! I'm a small writer with a few aeon fics on AO3. I know it's not much :) but I’m happy you’re here!

#aeon #ada wong #leon x ada #ada x leon #fic #headcanons #ada wong headcanons #leon kennedy

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fiftysevenacademics · 6 months ago

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I figured I’d have a lot of Thoughts and Opinions on that scicomm discourse and want to run off at the mouth with them. But I'm putting it under the cut.

I skimmed the original post and reblog by the original author, which is a vitriolic, uninformed rant about museums. I am not a museum professional but I know enough to know that person doesn’t know what they’re talking about. The reblog by Tumblr Famous blogger adds a rant about what they perceive as the superior way scientists communicate their research to the public compared to humanities people that is less uninformed but is also little more than a bigoted, poorly researched rant.

First, humanities folks DO communicate their research to the public, and quite a bit. Who do you think have been the go-to experts for journalists writing about Gaza, Trump’s conviction, the rise of fascism in the US and Europe, and countless other matters of critical social importance? Historians, religious studies scholars, political scientists, and sociologists. Definitely not ecologists or chemists. Some of these scholars, like Joanne B. Freeman and Heather Cox Richardson, host popular podcasts that put current events in historical context.

Second, try to think back in your mind to the last time you read an article in the New York Times or another prominent media outlet about about, say, a new interpretation of an archival document that sheds light on how the gender identity of a major figure in a event influenced their actions. You can’t right? It’s not because they’re too snotty to try. It’s because the media simply doesn’t report on that sort of research.

There is almost no media market for the vast majority of scholarship in the social sciences and humanities. Any analysis that excludes capitalism of why science appears to be more effectively communicated than humanities and social sciences is incomplete at best, wildly misleading at worst. This isn’t because history and such aren’t inherently interesting or relevant, but because they usually can’t be spun into a story that can be told using tropes such as the Inevitable March of Progress, Triumph of Reason, Technology Saves the World, and various other ways of repackaging Manifest Destiny under other names. Most research in humanities and social sciences shows the weaknesses and holes in our social systems, hierarchies, and ways of thinking about ourselves—you’re not going to find much work on US history that can be repackaged at “Manifest Destiny=Good,” for example. That’s why these are the experts called upon to explain crises, wars, and social upheaval.

But when it’s business as normal, there’s literally no platform for their expertise because media does not want to sell a “all your institutions are broken” narrative, even if that’s not what these scholars are saying. That’s all they can imagine them saying.” Science, on the other hand, is all about solving the problem, finding the cure, inventing the thing, speeding innovations that someone build an industry around. Obscure discoveries that “could eventually” lead to some imagined better way of life for all of us can get wide coverage in media, even if the research itself is the science equivalent of the above-mentioned historical research.

As for scientists going to schools and such and being thrilled to talk about their work to schoolkids, for every one that blogger finds, I can find two more who want to do no such thing. Not all scientists love to do this stuff. Lots of people in the humanities would love to be invited to schools and do outreach and such, but again, who is asking them? Where is the funding for that sort of thing? Our society has decided funneling schoolkids into STEM (because our most lucrative industries need a STEM-educated workforce) is the most important thing in the world so there’s tons of money out there for program after program to bring science to kids. Nothing like this exists for humanities and social sciences.

Finally, most educational and corporate institutions with well-funded research divisions have people whose sole job it is to get research produced by that institution into the news and social media. They do this for the historians as much as for the astronomers or ecologists. The majority of what you see in the media about new research started off as a press release from the researcher’s institution, or after a reporter contacted that institution looking for an expert to interview on some topic.

This is an intensely competitive field where thousands of institutions vie for just a handful of media slots devoted to this sort of thing. Only a tiny fraction of what institutions pitch actually gets picked up. Aside from the relatively small set of topics that seem always to be of interest, work coming out of well-known or prestigious institutions almost always gets more coverage, and the work of scientists that have received coverage in the past will continue to get even more coverage. This is very much NOT a level playing field where all you have to do is try hard enough or write about it the proper way and everyone will get to hear your take on your history blorbo.

#stuff you probably don't want to know but I'm telling you anyway #my stuff

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ecargmura · 11 months ago

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The Apothecary Diaries Episode 2 Review - The Poison Tester

Before I start the review, I want to make a little apology. In my review of the first episode, I said that Gyokuyou is voiced by Yoko Hikasa; she’s not. She’s actually voiced by Atsumi Tanezaki, who also voices Frieren from Frieren Beyond Journey’s End and Anya from Spy x Family. Yoko Hikasa voiced her in the drama CD. Sorry for the error. Now that I got that out of the way, onto the review.

I did have a feeling that this show would be an episodic one where it all revolves around Maomao utilizing her apothecary capabilities to help the palace. You know what? I like that. Usually, the eastern fantasy stories I’m familiar with are about political dramas or a forbidden love story between a higher class and lower class. It’s nice to see more of the different occupations of fantasy worlds be utilized more.

Maomao gets a promotion and now works under Lady Gyokuyou, as ordered by Jinshi. Her main task is to be a poison tester. I think my favorite aspect of Maomao is that she’s smart and observant. She knows her craft and does it well. I like that a lot. I love smart characters, so seeing Maomao do her magic is seriously entertaining to watch. She knows that poison is easily detectable when using metal bowls, but ceramic ones were given to her on purpose. Because she has been experimenting with many types of poison, she’s almost immune to a majority of them. Because of that, this can be both a good thing and a bad thing because her desensitization towards poison could be a plot point used later on. Despite that, I LOVED Maomao’s reaction to learning she can make drugs. Look at her when she is at the medicine room. She was dancing about.

More new characters are introduced in the form of Gyokuyou’s employees. There are the three servant girls and Hongniang, another lady-in-waiting and the leader of the servant girls in a way. She’s quite the interesting character as she’s strict but means well. She is also cunning in a way. When she learns that Maomao was paid less than her actual worth as she feigned being illiterate so her abductors get paid less, she breaks a pot on purpose and charges the money to her kidnappers so that they can be in debt while Maomao gets money to herself. She’s also prone to scolding the younger girls a lot as she yells at the servant girls to stop dawdling and even punishes Maomao for making the aphrodisiacs that the they ate.

Jinshi is still cemented as the most desirable man in the story and he is pretty. He is really pretty, but I still can’t help but to feel suspicious of him. What is this true goal? However, I did like learning a few things about him. He ultimately has a humiliation kink. He found Maomao’s icy glare charming and I was like “Oh gosh, he’s a masochist.” I also am convinced the anime staff has a thing for him because they drew him in a rather seductive pose, when Maomao was imagining him drugged due to aphrodisiacs. That’s when you know he’s the fan service character. Also, Takeo Otsuka is doing a great job with Jinshi, but the way he’s voicing him makes him sound a bit too similar to Takahiro Sakurai, who was the voice actor for Jinshi in the drama CD. I guess he was casted due to the similar ranges?

Gaoshun seems like a logical man. He’s very capable and reliable, unlike Jinshi. I’d like to learn more about him, honestly. Who was he before he met Jinshi? Why does he serve Jinshi? I also love that he goes away when Jinshi made a funny face after thinking about Maomao glaring at him. He knows his boss is kooky as heck.

Also, I seem to have noticed that there is a lot historical inaccuracies regarding the time period this story is set in. I’m not too familiar with Chinese history, but I know for a fact that they’re not too proficient with using English words, yet Maomao’s father called her a mad scientist in English. How do you know English, sir? I also read somewhere that cacao was introduced in an era much later than whatever era this story takes place in, so there’s that too. While it’s not too jarring, it does make it seem like the author didn’t do proper research before creating the story.

All in all, I can’t wait to see what sort of trials and tribulations Maomao will go through. It does make me wonder what the end goal will be. I’ll be watching the third episode soon. I hope you enjoyed my review of the second episode and let me know your thoughts!

#the apothecary diaries #kusuriya no hitorigoto #review #anime #anime review #maomao #jinshi #gyokuyou #hongniang #gaoshun #ecargmura #arum journal

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wordsbymae · 2 years ago

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Today I’m thinking of like a Jekyll and Hyde type yandere? Maybe he’s like a psych grad who entered into a research study gone wrong, because he needed the money, and the result was that his consciousness was split into two. He’s generally a quiet, levelheaded person, if a bit frantic when he really gets into his studies, but gentle. Then there’s the other half, who’s very wild and uninhibited and does what he pleases, whenever he wants. The other scientists at the facility are fascinated and choose to hold our yandere in their lab until further notice. This would obviously not be good for anyone’s mental health, so they have an idea. They were going through a list of his acquaintances and happened across the name of the Reader. Reader and the yandere weren’t all that close, with the exception of a very small crush that he had on them, but never acted on. So Reader gets abducted and is now being used as another piece in the experiment. And this is where the stark differences between the yandere and his other side start to come into play. They start fighting more often, the original wants to take things slowly with the reader and woo them, and be kind and sweet. Whereas the other would much rather rip off their clothes and pound them into the nearest mattress. In fact, I think the darker side could end up being very jealous of his opposite because it looks like the reader likes his counterpart more than him. This would lead to him fucking the reader endlessly over and over again because they’re not allowed to forget how he makes them feel. I imagine that at some point the two of them compromise and agree that rather than fight all the time, they’ll simply share the reader, so they each have them for one week. And the reader dreads the days when their little scientist has to disappear and hands them over to his other side.

How'd you know? Huh? How'd you know that I was weirdly obsessed with Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde when I was younger? Huh? How'd you know I had a huge crush on an old-timey literature figure. You've been reading my mind or something?

Ok but in all seriousness,,,, and I know I say this a lot,,,,, but I LOVE Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde tropes, Like I'm obsessed. Your idea is just absolutely amazing and I have to write something now!! (If that's ok with you, I can delete it if you want). I have unfortunately decided to not write smut really anymore, just cause (and I'm gonna sound sooooo lazy) its a bit too much work for me, and I always struggle with it, but maybe in the future, but at this stage gonna stick with smutty talk or implied stuff. Anyway!! Hope you enjoy this!

I kinda skipped straight to when Jekyll is telling the reader of their compromise, cause you set the scene so well! Also, I used their first names cause it made more sense for the reader to call them that, so henry = Jekyll, Edward = hyde. Also for some reason, Edward is australian? I didn't realise it till the end but I wrote his dialogue like a rough Aussie guy, my bad.

Lots of love, mae xx

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TW: Implied past rough sex (I didn't really say whether it was dcon or not so you can choose, but the reader doesn't like hyde, like at all) vulgar talk, implied smut, hydes a real dick. Jekyll is a sweet boy and I love him your honour. gn!reader (i do always give the reader really sweet -therefore trad fem- nicknames, but no gender described)

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The room was cold, barren and lonely. Yet despite its stark white walls and the shivers that wracked your body, you would rather be here than with him. Your body still ached from the last time, despite it being days ago, and deep bruises still rested along your hips in the shape of large fingers and hands. He loved taking you from behind, you were sure it was because it made you feel small and made him feel even bigger than he already was.

You weren't normally given your own room but after your last run-in with Edward - that beast- the researchers gave you a small mercy by allowing you a short time by yourself. They made it clear it wouldn't be for long. Hyde, they said, was deemed too unruly, when you were gone. You promptly told them you didn't fucking care.

You sat silently on the bed, knees pressed to your chest. Watching the door. You knew they would come back for you. You only hoped Henry had everything under control by then. You sighed as you watched the metal door creak open and three male scientists dressed in lab coats and holding clipboards waltzed in. Usually, armed guards would accompany them if you were with Henry, they never knew when Edward would make an appearance.

"Subject zero zero seven two, please stand for transport" one ordered.

"My name is-" you tried, sick of them dehumanising you. They called Henry and Edward by their respected last names, but you? At this point, you were sure they saw you as nothing more than a chew toy.

"Your name is not of consequence. Now please stand for transport" The larger of the three spoke, hand resting on his walkie-talkie. You knew they were seconds away from calling the guards in. With a deep sigh, you stood.

'Please, please, please let it be Henry' you begged whoever or whatever was listening.

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"Darling! You're back! Thank goodness, I was getting worried. Are you feeling ok? Did they feed you? Have you slept? When was the last time you had a bowel movement?" Henry rushed, hands holding your cheeks as he checked you over. His honey-brown eyes were a welcome comfort and his smooth hands calmed you. I was him, it was Henry.

"Henry, I'm fine! Really. Yes, they feed me, yes I slept and ew why would I tell you that?"

"Consistent bowel movements are a sign of good health. So?" he sighed.

"You don't need to know everything little about me Henry," you said, looking up at him with sad eyes.

"Yes I do, how else am I going to make sure you're ok? It's the least I could do, after...well, you know" he whimpered, hands finding yours. His fingers danced along the back of your hands before folding into palms and holding tight.

"It's not your fault I'm here Henry. It's theirs" you comforted, thumbs stroking his.

"That's not what I'm sorry about"

"I don't wanna talk about him. Please" you begged, turning away from Henry to make your way to the bed. Henry's and yours, and Edward's if you were being honest, the room was a mix between comfort and chaos. The white walls were covered in Henry's equations and sketches, most of which were drawings of scientific topics such as the anatomy of a Golden Wedge Tail Eagle, or you. To be honest most of his sketches were of you, pretty little things of you doing the most mundane of tasks. You weren't vain, but they did make you smile. The bed was filled with pillows and warm blankets, and crates of fiction and non-fiction books littered the outskirts of the room. Hanging from the ceiling were pretty little pot plants, many of which had vines and leaves that dangled down. It was a relatively large room, with an attached bathroom and a small window above the bed that Henry would use to teach you astronomy.

It was a pretty room, and it comforted you, as long as it was just you and Henry. You choose to ignore the marks left by the headboard of the bed on the wall or the blanket covering the crate filled with drawings of you doing vulgar acts, lewd and naked. For such a brute, he was quite a talented artist. You had begged Henry to destroy them, but he said Edward would be mad if he did. Henry was a sweet boy, but his other side was not.

"Actually" Henry began, "We do need to talk about him"

"Why?" you asked, fear filling your heart.

"Darling, you know if there was a way to get rid of him-" Henry stopped, and a shudder ran through him. The tell-tale sign of Edward not liking what he was hearing. Henry took a deep breath and continued "- if there was a way to separate him from me, I would...but there isn't. And we have to be practical about this"

You nodded for him to continue, despite wishing he would just shut his stupidly handsome face up.

"I can't keep fighting him. He's stronger, more aggressive, one day he might just figure out a way of getting rid of me, and I don't want to have to leave you behind with-" he stopped again, but no shudder, he had caught himself before saying something that would make Edward really mad, "I don't want to leave you" The unspoken 'with him' rested in the air " So we came to a compromise" he finished, a smile on his face.

"A compromise?" from your place on the bed, you tucked your knees into your chest.

"Yes! It was his idea actually, and a great one at that!"

It wasn't making you feel too great.

"I have one week with you and well Edward has the next. And we alternate. A week each. No more, no less"

"No!" shouted, standing from the bed to your feet. "No"

"Darling please" Henry begged, rushing to you, hands resting on your cheeks.

"You know I don't like him, Henry" you sniffled, tears making their way to your eyes, "He's cruel"

"He was just acting out, that's all! But now that we will have equal time with you, he will calm, I know it."

"Promise?"

"Promise"

"What if he doesn't? What if he's worse, what if he doesn't let you back out, what if-" you began to panic, this was truly your worst nightmare. "Henry, I can't lose you to him, please, please stay. Please fight. For me?" you begged, eyes filled with hope. Henry was kind to you, Henry loved you. Maybe you even loved Henry.

"Darling, I promise you he won't hurt you. Promise, and I promise he won't keep me locked away. He might be a, well a dick" - henry didn't like to swear- " but he is a man of his word."

"Well, I suppose I have a whole week to get ready anyway, right?"

"Ah about that"

"What?"

"He wanted the first week"

You stepped back from Henry. You felt betrayed.

"It was his idea for the compromise so I let him have the pick of the weeks" Henry guiltily explained.

"You let him?" you huffed, falling back onto the bed.

"Darling-" a shudder, "he wants to come out now, he says he already missed the first day with you-" a stronger shudder "I have to go"

"Wait! Stay just a little bit, please?" you asked, running to hug Henry. You really, really didn't want him to go.

"I'm sorry darling. Don't worry though, I'll be back before you know it"

With a sweet kiss to the cheek, he was gone. You hated it when they changed. Despised it even, the cracking of bones, and the sound of muscles tearing. You took large steps back and watched in disgust as Henry's average height grew, how his hands went from those of a researcher, smooth and clean, to large and thick, with rough skin littering them. His hair grew too, a beard made its way forth, his eyes changed too. From honey brown to icy blue. Cold and unfeeling. Edward took a second before groaning in relief.

"Fuck me! Finally outta that fucker's shitty little body!" Edward shouted, stretching his arms and back.

His eyes fell on you.

"Well hey there sweet cheeks, long time no fucking see" he grinned, eyes racking over your body. You gave him a cold look before looking elsewhere.

"Oi! Look at me when I'm talking to you! You think you're better than me don't ya love. You and that piss poor excuse for a man."

Edward made his way over to you, blocking you against the wall, Henry's sketches scratched at your neck and back

. "But ya ain't better than me darl, me and you both know that. Oh Ed, oh Eddie! Oh fuck me Ed!, remember that love? You were begging for my dick then weren't ya?" he laughed, his poor imitation of you leaving a sour taste on your tongue. "And I gave it to you alright, better than that fucker ever could, bet he can't even keep it up, eh? Well does he?" he mocked.

You turned your head away.

A hand smacked in front of your eyes, giving you a shock, you turned your head back to him, his eyes digging into you, a smirk lingering on his face.

"youse two are always scheming to keep me away aren't ya. But no longer, eh. You and me gots the whole week to ourselves. Wonder what we can get up to yeah?" his mouth made its way to your neck and you shivered in disgust ...or was that excitement? Sometimes you think you hated him so much cause you didn't.

"You and me gonna have a whole lotta fun eh darl, I'm gonna fuck you so hard all your gonna think about when you're with that fuckwit is my cock fucking you wide open, like the good fucking whore you are. And I promise I won't tell your little mate how much you liked it."

"Promise?" you whimpered.

"Promise"

#yandere male #yandere #dr jekyll and mr hyde #dr jekyll yandere #mr hyde yandere #gn!reader #male yandere #yandere x gn reader

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aeonophagic · 1 year ago

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IM SO GLAD YOU HAD THE SAME THOUGHT

I want to imagine what a combat with welt weilding VA would be like because they're both already pretty powerful but also the idea of them fighting an enemy together and how much that complete and utter trust will impact things, something about that just really appeals to me, if I was able to keep up with writing something I would write it as a fiction

And the idea of VA asking if Welts okay with the fact that he would have to be around them 24/7 and have like 0 privacy and welt accepting it so that he could still keep VA close and allow them a chance to still connect with people and just ehevdgev they make me crazy

Also on the topic of VAs form: I heard they can shapeshift? (My honkai knowledge is really limited becayse I don't have time or motivation to get through the whole game rn and instead learn lore through manga and friends) and I love the idea of them expressing emotions and stuff through changing their form (the neurodivergent genderfuck urge to be a creature and curl up in a hole sometimes) and yeah the possibilities are pretty grand!

I would love to see this as a fic too… sadly I couldn’t possibly because I’ve never written action scenes as I don’t know how to, but it’d be awesome

The whole thing about the mutual trust and understanding required to work in sync like that is beautiful. Especially because it’s something that they’ve likely done before (VA asking Welt if he can help them with the Star of Eden in APHO). Welt can’t use much of his power anymore, wielding Void Archives would fill some of that gap, and I think it’d be nice for him to relive his glory days thru them…

On the topic of shapeshifting: You have probably heard it from me. Both VA and Welt can shapeshift but not as they like, as far as I know

I’ll explain how Welt can shapeshift:

Welt is limited by the fact that he is an HoR that was not able to unlock his full potential. He can only replicate things he has seen and understood, while Bronya can create things out of her imagination

Per second pic, he used his powers to change his appearance to Welt Joyce’s. I think he can only shapeshift into people he has seen.

Similarly limited, Void Archives can shapeshift only if they have someone else’s genetic material.

However, their own body, or Otto’s body, I assume has a lot more freedom of choice. We see Otto using young versions of himself as a disguise. I assume gender stuff going on as well with him being a scientist, a drag queen and all!

There is also this bit from AE VN where Otto is both himself and Reanna because he took over her body, then shapeshifter into himself. He/she/they bevause they’re literally two people

#rajatalk #on the topic of Otto injecting a dna sample into himself in order to shapeshift #my friend said something really cursed about that

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spinningbuster98 · 1 year ago

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Metroid Fusion Part 3: Sci-Fi magic!

One of my favorite aspects of Fusion is how creative it can get with its linearity

Oh sure about half the time you’re getting railroaded by arbitrary level design shenanigans like crumbling blocks (Fusion’s favorite trick) or Security Doors. But other times it’ll be something rather unique that tends to tie into the story

It may be the SA-X destroying some doors, some creatures in Sector 2 starting to gestate which will result in them later evolving into stronger forms when you go back there later in the game, the X trying to blow up the station etc

It’s fun, it’s varied, it’s creative and helps make the game feel more memorable by putting a ton of set pieces. Moreover it makes the gameworld feel alive, like some sort of ever-changing being that’s actively out to get you and you never know what it’s gonna do next

No other game in the series does this. Super only has some brief scripted moments here and there, mostly at the beginning and end, but otherwise very little “happens” on Zebes. Dread and Prime 3, despite taking many cues from Fusion’s linear design, don’t really try to be creative with said linrearity. Dread’s EMMIs probably wouldn’t have worked as intended if the game had too many scripted scenarios but there’s nothing in Prime 3′s story that necessitates its linearity as it mostly hinges on cutscenes, mostly nothing about the game’s world(s) changing.

On the one hand I love how Fusion brings back the Etecoons and Dachoras from Super as a nice continuity nod! However:

1) I don’t buy Adam’s explanation about the X ignoring them because they “had nothing of interest to the X”. The Dachoras can speedboost what are you talking about?

2) The stuff that Samus says about them, alongside her little musing at the start about this being the second time she’s owed her life to the baby has always been unintentionally hilarious to me

She says that the Etecoons and Dachoras were the ones who taught her the wall jump and speedboost, which was true back then....

....except just two years later Zero Mission would come out and have her use those very same abilities way before she met those creatures

Then Samus Returns came along and had the baby rescue her from Ridley, thus making it 3 times total that the baby saved her

I like to imagine that she suffered a little bit of brain damage from that initial X attack, she does say it had infected her central nervous system...

I once saw someone claim that Dread wasted the X because it had the X-infested Chozo soldiers had glowing white eyes which very plainly marked them as X in disguise which would go against the idea of the X being able to perfectly mimick other beings and in general none of the X there tried to successfully mimick someone to pull off tricks or anything.

First off: none of the X we see in the game are trying to trick Samus, they’re out for her blood just like in Fusion so there’d be no need for their disguises to be 100% accurate, much like how the SA-X has emotionless white eyes

Second: it’s true that Dread never utilizes the X’s ability to copy others to have a real John Carpenter’s the Thing type of situation (except for ZDR’s backstory)...but the same goes for Fusion, in fact it’s worse here!

Samus’ mission is to look for any survivors on the station, instead of using its scientist disguise to set the station to blow it would’ve been far stealthier and more in line with the X’s abilities for that specific X to trick Samus into thinking it’s a survivor thus lowering her guard and springing a trap on her....but it never happens!

Honestly as much as the X may have been based on the Thing I think the main reason for their mimicking abilities is simply to justify the SA-X’s existence and and reuse past enemies

Anyway let’s talk about flimsy sci-fi!

Now I know that this is a series about a woman with alien bird DNA i her, wearing a high tech suit of armor and with the ability to somehow turn into a ball, so realism isn’t exactly its top priority, and that’s fine!

Sci-fi, in a way, is just magic that tries to be somewhat credible, if it were 100% real it wouldn’t be sci fi it would be just straight science

However sci-fi must still adhere to some internal rules in order to not stretch its own believability while at the same time not try to explain itself too much because, in the end, there is no real explanation for stuff like faster than light travel or high tech pseudo bio armors

I have no issue with stuff like the Morph Ball because the series is smart enough to not even try to explain it, thus leaving it completely up to the viewer’s interpretation to imagine how this fancy piece of high tech gadgetry even works.

However there are a few occasions in Fusion where the game...kinda tries to explain some of its sci-fi elements and it...kinda ends up raising more questions than answers

So a Core-X downloads the data for the Varia Suit and gains its abilities. Adam points ou how this shouldn’t be possible since the X are purely organic creatures. Ok good, so what’s the explanation?

“They can process data organically”

....what does that even mean? Data is digital, how can you “process it organically”? Given that the X have absorbed the knowledge of human scientists I can believe that they’ve gained the ability to understand and decipher data but just because you know how to read a bunch of 1s and 0s that doesn’t mean you can suddenly develop an ability just by understanding the data. I can understand Samus’ armor: it downloads the data and so develops suit modifications following said data. And the game doesn’t bother to explain any further!

Then there’s the Ice Missiles. Samus can’t use the Ice Beam because her Metroid DNA has rendered vulnerable to cold. Ok it makes sense. So what’s so different about the Ice Missiles? They’re still a cold based weapon.

Maybe the idea is that the cold is contained inside the missiles’ caps thus not coming into contact with Samus’ own body? I would buy that explanation if not for the fact that the Missiles have to be at least partially generated by the armor. Yeah sure they’re a finite resource that can run out but you download the modification that allows them to have a freezing effect, meaning that the suit has to generate the cold in the first place right? It couldn’t have been that initial download and that’s that otherwise it would only apply to those exact missiles that Samus had while performing the download.

God, Bird Magic is fucking obnoxious!

#youtube #metroid #metroid fusion #my gameplay

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sunlitsorrows · 4 months ago

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ok i think the things that’s been tripping me up in my futurism!KA is the fall of Arthur depending on his believing rumors of Gwen’s infidelity and trying to have Loholt killed because he thinks he’s Lancelot’s son

but without the divine right of kings/blood inheritance laws/monogamy-morality governing the culture—which i have a hard time imagining in a futuristic city setting (probably mostly because i haven’t seen it done but that’s a whole ‘nother kettle of worms)

i’m not sure how to motivate/spark off that reaction

unless i make Arthur an out-and-out villain as well, someone jealous and vindictive enough to order the death of a child because it isn’t his? maybe he’s obsessed with blood and legacy and Merlin, angling to get Mordred named Arthur’s heir (with the intent to body-hop/upload his consciousness into Mordred at the first opportunity, because mad scientist/transhumansism/pursuit of immortality) falsifies some proof?

I hadn’t wanted to make Arthur an outright villain? More a disappointment, part of Mordred’s growing up realizing the person you idolized was only human

But like… it could work, and it could still work for Mordred because if Arthur is a distant/busy father figure but did adopt him because he’s Morgana’s son and family is everything, which is very much Mordred’s center, he could have that bit of hero worship that would make the betrayal that much more a shock/horror.

It’s more deconstruction-y (I usually hate “deconstructions” because they’re just like… “here let me ruin this thing you love!” but like… I have personal crap im trying to work through and Gwen and Mordred are my childhood teddy bears I need them, so need this) than I’d planned but from a strictly plotting frame of view it works

#sunny writes #TCC #ka:tcc #king arthur #apologies to other ka fans

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ellascreams · 8 months ago

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You know I frequently think about what Magnus Archive entities different characters from things would be warlocks for but I don’t think I’ve ever really talked about any of my thoughts on it before. Maybe I should start doing that, just for fun. Someone might find it interesting. This one is for IEYTD because I don’t expect this hyperfixation to die very soon. Spoilers for all the games. Oh and if you want to use this as inspiration for some weird crossovers you can, but please tell me if you do, because I wanna see it.

Agent Phoenix: The End This one is especially fitting if you think of the time loops as being in universe, stuck dying again and again, but it works even without that. Constantly close to death, feeling the fear of death, but never actually dying. Causing others fear because their friends have to deal with grief and their enemies have to be terrified every time they survive something they shouldn’t have. You could make an argument for The Beholding, you can for most protagonists, but it doesn’t make as much sense to me.

Handler: The Beholding He watches his agents do such dangerous things and can’t do much more than watch. He can help in someways but not too many. I imagine it would also be uncomfortable for Zoraxis agents to know they’re being watched by someone who they can’t see, someone other than the agent in front of them. Alternatively, he could be The Web. (“A mere puppeteer, they only enslave you,”) I just don’t think that works as well since he also has to answer to The Agency and he doesn’t have any malicious intent with his manipulations.

Dr. Zor: The Web Constantly orchestrating schemes from the shadows, has no loyalty to anyone and will kill their highest ranks without remorse if they interfere with their plans, too clever to ever be caught, and knows what Phoenix will do well enough to leave messages for them. Could also make arguments for The Stranger, The Beholding, The End, and The Extinction, but I think all of those connect back to their plotting and masterminding.

Daniel Sans: The Corruption Very minor character but I felt like adding him here. He made a super virus. That’s it that’s all I’ve got.

Zoraxis AI: The Buried Specifically the one in the escape pod. Does this even count as a character? No idea, but you can’t tell me that escape pod doesn’t sound like it would be the subject of someone’s statement if they got out of it alive.

Hivemind: The Corruption He’s literally just bees. Like, a bunch of bees. His name is Hivemind. What else can I even say?

Solaris: Uh The Vast Maybe? Because space? I’ll be honest I’m not really sure about this one, if anyone has any ideas I’d love to hear them.

The Fabricator: The Desolation She seems to enjoy the pain she causes with her inventions, whereas some of the scientists in game seem more like they’re just hurting people for the sake of their science. I’d also definitely accept The End for her since death traps are kind of her main thing.

John Juniper: The Stranger He’s got the masks, the acting and lying, he impersonates people, it seems like a perfect fit honestly. I guess he could maybe work for The Spiral but that’s mostly because it’s so similar to The Stranger.

Gibson: The Beholding Ok this one might sound a bit weird but hear me out. Phoenix pretends to be Gibson for a reason, his radio allows him to eavesdrop and he probably does eavesdrop just so he won’t miss Juniper’s commands. Gibson is just a butler, but he hears all about these worldwide conspiracies and gets caught in the crossfire, and there really isn’t much he can do about it. Except threatening to share the things that he’s heard, which is very affective, because he’s heard a lot of important secrets.

Shawn in HR: The Beholding Honestly he really does give me archive assistant or object storage vibes. Just doing his job hearing about and sorting the horrors. The big difference is that the horrors in this situation are corporate espionage and conspiracies.

Dr. Prism: The Extinction Ok once again, this may seem a bit weird, but hear me out. Her main goal in game is to replace the agents with robots and there is an element of humanity being replaced to The Extinction, not just everyone dying. Then there’s Zor’s betrayal destroying all her robots at once. Then she helps Phoenix save all the agents in the world from death. Even if it’s never an extinction of humanity she certainly has experience with extinctions. An alternate might be The Hunt because of her obsession with revenge and killing Phoenix or Zor, and the Agency trying to track her down.

Robutler: The Stranger or The Spiral He just seems so friendly and happy to talk to you while he attempts to kill you.

Ollie: The Lonely I swear this isn’t just because Ollie’s voice reminds me of Alexander J Newall’s. The poor guy just got abandoned in the ocean for like at least a month. His coworkers and bosses seem to be pretty mean to him too.

Director Morales: The Web He really is just running The Agency behind the scenes. We really don’t hear much about him orchestrating anything but maybe that’s just because he’s really good at it. Out of all these characters, he would probably be the creepiest to me if he was actually a warlock for an entity.

The Phantom: The Web We really don’t know much about them but they manage to leave coins for Phoenix to find everywhere they go knowing that they’ll find them. Very Web like behavior. Maybe The Hunt. The coin thing is kinda like a scavenger hunt and they do have to track down Phoenix to leave those clues.

#You could probably make all these characters The End if you wanted to #the game’s named after death for a reason #but that’s not as fun nor as fitting for most of them #Oh and about Ollie’s voice it’s not really his voice itself that reminds me of Alex but something in his delivery #Like something about the emphasis and tone sound a lot like him and his characters to me #ieytd #I expect you to die #the magnus archives #ranting #If you have thoughts on this wether you agree with me or not I am very open to hearing them and discussing it with you btw #tma

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oddygaul · 2 months ago

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Contact

This was a good time overall. I read the book about a decade ago, but really didn’t remember shit other than it being surprisingly fun for how hard the sci-fi was.

Truthfully, for me, the peak of the movie was the initial discovery of the Vega signal and the ensuing 15-20 minutes of the scientists going nuts trying to figure it out. People running around chaotically and yelling out science shit to each other? Aww yeah, baby, that’s what I’m here for.

I love how impenetrable said science shit was, too - nowadays they usually simplify this kind of jargon, but here characters are spouting off lines like: “I want you off-axis on 27 the second we get there! Partially polarized set of moving pulses, amplitude modulated!”, and I love that. I don’t want to understand everything they’re saying, I want to think “waow shes so good at radios 🥺”

great supporting cast as well, especially these two.

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Thematically, I had some issues with Contact.

Much of it is about awe, about wonder, about recognizing your cosmic insignificance in the face of the staggering enormity of the universe; those bits are great. The intro, where we slowly pan out of our solar system, with the audio showing us how far our radio signals have traveled, what epochs of history have reached exactly how far, before we get far enough away that even decades of human radio waves haven’t touched this pristine cosmic void? Love it.

The other big theme, though, is a comparison of religion and science. The movie’s take, as shown through Palmer Joss, is that they’re two sides of the same coin: two different approaches that share the ultimate goal of finding the truth, which both require a healthy amount of faith from their practitioners.

Except that parallel just… doesn’t fucking work for me? I feel like it’s giving a lot of unearned credit to religion. I understand theology and epistemology are valid fields, and power to you if you’re into that, but comparing them to iterative, results-based, experimental science is wild. The base foundation of experimental science is a willingness to throw out ideas once they’re proven wrong, in pursuit of the truth; base assumptions are binned all the time. Religious study assumes a magic sky man as a base truth and works around that – imagining god not existing can only ever be treated as a thought experiment.

Real life aside, Contact doesn’t really do anything to contest this. Ellie and her team work round the clock searching and studying for signals, having all received multiple degrees to get where they are. Palmer Joss, meanwhile, rolls up on the scene like a college kid who just smoked his first joint, thinking he’s clever, throwing out gotcha questions about what the word ‘faith’ means, like that’s supposed to make these two approaches equivalent. And this is not to mention the stupid candidate cross-examination scene where they disqualify Ellie because she doesn’t believe in God, as the candidate ought to represent “humanity as a whole, 95% of whom believe in god* **”.

*source: they made it the fuck up **no they fucking dont

I will say, thematics aside, Matthew McConaughey’s existence in this movie was pretty goddamn funny. The romance itself didn’t work for me at all - boy it was a choice to have him unintentionally quoting Ellie’s dead dad be the thing that brings her in for the first kiss - but I died every time at how this mf just pops up everywhere for no reason. The apotheosis was this scene where Ellie’s prepping for the final launch in Hokkaido: there’s a knock on her door, which opens to reveal an attendant coming to fetch her. My partner and I just had time to turn to each other and say “Wow, I was really expecting that to be fuckin’ Matthew–” before he fuckin leans into frame. Absurd.

Hell yeah, you tell em carl sagan

#will's media thoughts / virtual brain repository #movies #long post #contact

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theundertalenebulartheory · 1 year ago

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A really thoughtful and compelling look into Baggs’ mind and how his perceived level of authority really affects his demeanor!!!

This definitely played a big part into how I formulated the first couple of chapters in Rubble & Ramparts, where Alexis’ base status *starts* at “volunteer coworker.” Baggs doesn’t … get a lot of people who come into his space willingly anymore. Even in his home AU, with so much of his Underground under his Thrall, I imagine that the poor guys has gotten fewer and fewer visitors and volunteers that show up under their own power. Sure he has Thralled informants and there’s General, he has interns and Alphys, but the guy is just ominous. He spoopy.

He wasn’t always, though. He’s a Sans. He’s an extrovert. He, at his core, loves people and loves making people laugh and he loves positive social interactions. He may be a bit of a gremlin but he’s a smooth little gremlin. I think being Royal Scientist is just…

lonely.

It’s his duty. He won’t (he can’t) fail. He takes it seriously. Too seriously. But the guy’s lonely af these days. Mr. Life Of The Party is stuck in a dark lab at a single computer terminal that he refuses to leave and he knows nobody is coming for him either. Except maybe his brother, if he works for too long. But even that’s only out of duty as well. Duty of Care.

The guy needs help, honestly. But he can’t ask for it. Even if he brings someone in and wipes their memories afterwards, a Thrall is no better than a second pair of robotic hands, and he can build himself a set of those if the need was dire. Alphys is probably his most competent help he has available to him, but he had to bully and coerce her ((if I’m remembering the canon lore correctly ;;>_>)) onto his side so… she’s not exactly looking for opportunities to put herself in his presence if she can help it.

So then… there’s a human. Killer’s brought him help. A subordinate, obviously, but help nonetheless. And, in an unusual turn of events, they actually help. On their own. Willingly. A lot. Like… to the point that they take on a rage-blind torpedo of claws and teeth for him. And it’s … weird. But a nice weird? They have enough sense to be wary of him (they aren’t stupid or naïve, at least, which would have meant they’d have been treated with a lot less respect and a lot more condescension), just like he’s wary of them. They know their place and they’re clever and maybe a little bit puzzling but… they do work well together. And it’s nice to be able to work well with someone that can (and does) think on their feet and keep him on his toes and cares (whyyyy do they care???? That bugs him a little, honestly, for reasons he’d rather not dwell on)

So… maybe they’re alright for a human. He’s still not totally sure about them. But they’re alright. They seem, so far, to be good people. Damaged as hell. But good. And he can work with that.

The ask from a week ago about how Baggs would have settled in if there was no human around is making me think. What if instead Baggs had simply joined and settled in the ranks *before* Ren was captured? How would their little meet go?

Not as smoothly.

With seeing them less as a potential patient, and more as a means to an end, that... would have gone very poorly for Ren. He might well have been the first one down there instead of Axe, and any and all dodginess from Ren would have resulted in immediate retaliation with his magic. He'd be on interrogation duty, and making sure that they tell the entire truth and don't lie is vital to that one. He'd come in to make sure that they aren't hurt too badly, and to patch up scrapes and make sure nothing's infected while asking questions, and the first time they told him 'none of your business' or stonewalled him any other way would be the last.

But, as a perk of handling their soul, he'd see the damage and recognize what was going on wayyyy before anyone else did, and might have just... subtly made them not think about home as often... or even at all, so the boys and Nightmare had time to plan without the risk of their captive potentially dying from being out of their AU for so long.

The downside to this is that Ren would be more scared of him than they were of Dust, which is saying a lot. Baggs would have to work very hard to regain their trust once it was decided they'd be staying. Fortunately, he's pretty candid with his teammates and once Ren was initiated into the ranks, he'd be much more chill with them.

True acceptance would have to come after a fairly lengthy chat in his office about how he knows he frightened them, but their dynamic was different while Ren was incarcerated. They're coworkers now, and Ren doesn't have to worry about him randomly seizing control of them out of the blue. He's an ally, and here to help them, not to continue to traumatize them. In fact, he'd very much like to work towards remedying the trauma he created.

It'd be slow going, but they'd eventually work up to the casual rapport they have in R&R where they can playfully push him around and not worry about the consequences.

They'd always be a little jumpy around his powers, though, so he'd have to go about using them (and asking to use them) very carefully. It would take a very long time (possibly beyond the reach of the story's main plot) for them to be completely okay with him offering.

Almost dying is one thing. An invasion of the mind and forcibly prying information from them is entirely another.

#undertale fanfiction #Rubble&Ramparts fic

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